However, the old man who saw this scoffed and tossed something from his palm that reflected a brilliant light in the sun. As if sensing this, the cultivator turned back to see the blinding light emanating an odd pulling force. It seemed as if he had lost his centre of gravity and was pulled into a whirlpool the next second.
From a distance, Feng Jiu noticed the scene and the old man waving his hand at her. She turned to sit on the boat, smiling. What about the cultivator? That was not what she should be interested in.
The boat swayed on the sea and sailed deep into it, steered by her spirit energy breath. Feng Jiu entered the boat's cabin after she could no longer see the coast, changed out of her red dress, bound her chest, and put on a red men's robe.
When she changed her clothes, she shed her feminine charm and allure and became a little more devilish and charismatic. She walked out of the cabin, her eyes flashing slightly as she looked out at the sea.
